I must be. When we rolled into the medieval walled city of Rothenberg we were just blown away. Sparred from bombing in WWII is is so well preserved. But the tour only allowed 2 hours or so to see it all. We might wave grudgingly accepted this fate except that THAT very day a medieval pageant was going on commemorating the town being saved from an invading Swiss army. Apparently the Swiss general bet the mayor that he couldn't drink 6 liters of his towns best wine. The Mayor stepped up and delivered. And now the streets were filled with musketeers, artists, pikemen, musicians, a period market.
This was torture.
And what were we supposed to see after a mere two hours in this paradise?
Dachau concentration camp.
And so, we quickly found a local tourism office, tracked town a schedule for the trains, found the tour director and told him outright that we were staying and that we would make our way to Munich on our own. He let us go and we spent the day in the town. Amazing.
Does this make me a bad person? I don't know. At the end of the day as we saw next to a drunken squad of German soldiers I had to admit that my soda tasted no less delicious.
And if I wanted to be technical, we did visit Dachau. Our train passed through the station on our way to the city. So..... Yeah.
Now we're in the Black Forrest region, eating torte and drinking schnapps. Tomorrow he head to Heidelberg and then back to Frankfurt.
Sausages!
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Duuuude, don't beat yourself up. Even *I* (who hate traveling and/or differentiating myself from a mouse) woulda done the same thing.
A period-themed festival. In Rothenburg. Meant To Be! Totally Awesome and Made of Win. Enjoy your holiday, and kindly take lots of pictures to share with your envious friends.
I've been to Dachau. It's impressively depressing.
You made the right choice.
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